I can't take my eyes off your hands as you sit across the table, knowing that after dinner, those very hands will be running over my body as we make love. I have thought of nothing else all day.

You obviously noticed. "Aren't you hungry?" I blush and then nod, eyes twinkling. "Yes..but not for food."

Your chuckle warms my heart and sends tremors of warmth to other places as well...especially when you say, "You know, baby...you need spanked."

I all but whimper as I squirm on the chair.

"And you, Sir..are such a tease." I blush as your brow shoots up, then wink.

"Shhhh...I was the one teasin', bub."

"And you're entirely too sassy, young lady."

You push your plate away and my heart does somersaults.

"Maybe, baby. I'll try to work on that."

You grin, taking my hand.

"To ensure you do, brat, I think I'll work on getting to the bottom of your problem."

Well, hey. As long as you're playful with this, I'm game. I follow along, a smile on my lips.

"Gonna spank me, huh?"

"Mmm hmmm."

"It's been a lonnnnng time since I was spanked, ya know."

"It shows, lady...but don't fret. I'll take care of it."

I swallow a giggle. "And afterwards...will you take care of me?"

Your eyes meet mine as you sit on the couch. "Without a doubt, baby."

I wiggle my brows a bit and then move to lay over your lap.

"Uh, uh, uh...back up!"

I stand and frown at you. "Well? I thought you were gonna spank me!"

"Oh...I am. But first things first." Your hands move to my waist and I blush as you unsnap my jeans and take down the zipper.

"Hey...wait!" I cover your hands and at least stop my jeans from going south. "Can't we leave these up?"

"If you were wise, baby, you'd put your hands at your sides."

I think it was that tone that made me obey immediately, the core of me throbbing. When did you become so forceful? And hey...why didn't I know how turned on it would make me? "Sorry, Sir," I managed, unable to look in your eyes. You must have loved the change in me because it took you so long to tug those jeans down.

I know you were watching my flushed face, seeing the way my breasts rose and fell with each breath. What was up with that?! Finally I hear you say, "Okay...now."

Sure I was quick..but babe? I think it's because my legs lost their starch. Who was this man...and how long can I keep him? You squeezed the flesh of my bottom and I wriggled, choking back a moan. "Please...please...hurry."

You chuckle again and swat me low and dead center, my gasp blending with your words. "You want spanked that badly, huh?" I grind on your thigh and refuse to answer.

Another swat prompts me to reconsider. "Y-Yes...so we can make love!"

You're taking your time, letting your fingers dance over the prints your hand left. I am torn by my lust and frustration and buck up and down, at least earning another few spanks. "Ow....hey...wait. That stings, babe!"

"Beggers can't be choosers, brat. You are only getting what you asked for."

I moan as you begin to spank me in a firm, solid rhythm, covering my bottom with patches of heat. I kick and reach back to cover your target, gasping, "Okay...that's good!"

It was totally unfair of you to hold that hand at the small of my back, bub, and continue on, faster and harder than before. I squirmed so much as I yelped, that a funny thing started to happen. The friction of your jeans against my curls made my whimpers turn into something more. I was about to do the unthinkable...I was about to fly solo.

"Ohhhhh..ohhhh...please....don't stop!" And that's exactly when you did!

I knelt before you as you stood and made quick work of your jeans and boxers. I was rocking, my hands covering both the front and back of me...my eyes unable to miss how urgent your need was too. You easily shifted me around, taking hold of my hips as you entered me from behind. I rejoiced, and I swear I heard the Hallelujah chorus as you ground in, your lips kissing my shoulder blade. From that point on, babe, the spanking changed..but the heat intensified until I was aflame.

"Please...please...please..."

You reached around with your magnificent hands and cupped my breasts as you growled, that last spank of your hips the one that sent us flying. We rode that wave so long, my love...and know what?

I was taught a valuable lesson with that spanking thing.

There's quite a future in bein' sassy! (w)

The end.

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